“How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?” asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous chocolate pudding.

Crookshanks's fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny, whistling was filling the room. The Pocket Sneakoscope had become dislodged from Uncle Vernon's old socks and was whirling and gleaming on the floor.

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